Chapter 172: Boundary
"Sit," Leander said pulling a chair for Viviana.
Viviana had no intention of being a part of whatever Leander was planning and she was not appreciative of him for involving her. But what can she do?
"I’ll get the bread for you," she smiled and rushed to the kitchen.
Leander followed her with his eyes until she disappeared into the kitchen while his fingers casually tapped on the table. When he lost sight of her, he turned and smiled at his mother.
"Eat, mom. I like her cooking," Leander served the stew to Viola. "It reminds me of the time long ago," he smiled. Leaning back on his chair he started tapping his fingers on the table again.
For Viola, the tapping of his fingers sounded like the hooves of the white horse carrying the grim reaper. The seemingly innocent smile of Leander frightened her so much that her blood pressure shot to the roof.
It was odd. She’s heard of his stare of death, but she never believed it to be this terrorizing. He usually looks at her like a beggar. His looks would scream "love me" and that made her skin crawl whenever she was with him.
She thought he would welcome her with a wide grin and act like the beggar he is. She thought that he would welcome her and submit to her thinking that she was here to wish him on his birthday.
But...She regretted ever visiting here.
Leander cleared his throat and controlled himself seeing his mother in a panic. He was deathly mad at his mother for trying to hurt his wife.
Why would she do it?
And then the ugly head of jealousy that he keeps locking up, reared its head again.